Here's to the broken few

god i wish i could eat

i don't really wanna die. if i'm honest the thought terrifies me. i just want this fucking pain to end.

how is it so easy for people to walk away from friendships and why does it kill me every time they do? i just wish it got easier after each time because if that were true, people leaving wouldn't even phase me anymore .

i am strong because i got through it, so don't you dare call me weak for letting it happen in the first place.

i'm like a pencil. i start as a sharp, helpful object for people to use until i become dull. then i find a razor to restore my edge. this works for a little while, until people take advantage of my abilities and i'm suddenly dull or broken once again. the cycle continues, leaving me to dwindle away. finally i've been used too many times and there's nothing left of me, then i'm thrown away and replaced by someone shinier, sharper, and newer.